Luyện nghe bài hát Merging with Sword, Onto Them

The essence of
Merging with sword, them
And the seamless garment like the
in the blood of men
Made as the filth of the
And overwhelming to vision

the agents of torment
Veins with the serum of prophesy
Becoming the of torment
Eyes weeping the tears of
Become the agents of
Ears filled with the of prophesy

Ultimate acts of intimacy
Nary a soul left without the
Mountains now full of
by their own graves
Let no warning sound from the trumpets of
Become the of the end for the land of the living
Delivered to death those of the of the globe

the death of all
Also those who call for it
And none escape this

Be as shadows the nations
And cause great

Wings wings upon wings
men to die
Filled with and perfection
Swallowing the mountain of god
And it's stones
Incense from capsized center
Raise voice to the ashes of the world
Still hemorrhaging from the intoxication of
Dwelling within the hand of
the sword, onto them
The apparent
And inflicter of agony
The whole of the race
as T-lymphocytes